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 Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:22 am
Zandri's side of the room is an odd mix of messy and simple, with sheet music tacked up on the wall hastily, some pages almost completely obscured by others. Some of the pages have fallen down to his bed, otherwise poorly made in a blue sheet and seagreen blanket.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:35 am
Phyl's side of the room is littered with clothes and clock pieces. On her desk is a sewing kit and dozens of clocks she feels she will repair at some point. In her closet there is a pile of clothes, all of them brand new. Until recently she had refused to wear them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:40 am
Phyl storms into the room, instantly going for his closet and flinging it open. She throws all his clothes out of it into a pile, before doing the same for his drawers and her own clothes. upon making a nice sized pile, Phyl flops on it, sighing as she cuddled into her clothes nest.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:44 am
A few minutes later, Zandri comes in, quietly, and just kindof stares at the scene before him. "Hi, Phyl." He smiles and waves. He slides onto his bed and sits cross-legged.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:48 am
She stares at him, ticking erratically before patting the nest, offering for him to join her. "Hi Zandri. How Tick are Tick Tick you?" She fluffs up one of the shirts she was laying on, curling up and sighing again. Today was not a good day. Not that anything went wrong, mind you; it was just one of thoe days where Phyl felt frustrated for no apparent reason.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:56 am
Zandri smiles, hops off his bed and sits on the pile of clothes. "I'm okay. How are you?" He offers his roommate a biiiig hug.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:06 am
Phyl snuggles his shoulder, shrugging "I'm in Tick a bad mood for some reason Tock. It's too dreary today, I Tick don't like cold, dreary Tick days." SHe hated how it always made her joints creak uncomfortably; she much preferred warm, sunny days where she and Cupid could frolic around and play.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 9:28 am
Zandri hugs her. "Awww! I'm sorry! Can I make it better?" He smiles, sweetely, genuinely hoping to help. The poor naive dear would try to fix the whole world, if he could, with ice cream and duct tape, if only it were handed to him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 7:45 pm
Phyl blinks at him innocently, nodding "...bagel?" Yes, bagels were her comfort food. Phyl couldn't taste anything; the only reason she loved bagels was because of their texture, and the fact Zandri would pet her head while she ate them. It was a nice feeling.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 9:17 pm
Zandri snuggles his friend for a moment, then rises from the nest of clothing. He rifles around a shelf in his closet before producing a bag of bagels, or more accurately, a bag with one bagel. He offers the bagel to his roommate. "Bagel!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 4:36 pm
Phyl perks up, smiling excitedly and nodding "Bagel! Tock Bagel!" She pounces him, purring and ticking with the excitement "I want bagels..." She whines, pouting up at him..
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 4:39 pm
Zandri laughs and gets out the bagel, breaking it neatly in half and giving one to her and keeping one for himself. He chews away at it and sits back into the nest, reaching up to pat his friend's head. "So what's wrong, Phyl?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 4:42 pm
Phyl nibbles on the bagel with much gusto, giggling softly. She couldn't actually taste the bagel, but the texture felt good against her tongue. It was the best comfort food she could think of. At Zandri's question, she droops "I met this nice girl today...I Tock was rude, and she got mad...So Tick I feel really bad."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 4:49 pm
Zandri tilts his head to the side and pats Phyl's hair some more. "Hmmmm... Well if it were me, I'd go apol... uh... say sorry! And then ask if she wants a hug!" Zandri smiles brightly. Even though he'd do nothing of the sort on the hugging front. And Phyl probably knows it, too.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 5:07 pm
She purrs, nodding "I'm gonna...Tick do it at the ball. I'm gonna make her something Tock pretty as an apology" She grins, snuggling his shirt before standing up and burying herself in clothing.
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